Up here on this knoll,
bitter, hurt, cold.
I see them gathered , dressed in black,
offering words of pity, a hug,
a shoulder..........
ya right! A helmet full of those tears will not bring him back!
All it would have took was a "hold up Bro, put that beer down,"
or somebody calling off buying more rounds.
This live hard, ride hard, just a bunch of crap!
Down there now, shoveling life, how cool is that?
Could have shoved that scoot in the back of the bar,
threw his *** in a truck or a car.
No we had to rock, we had to roll....
now I am up here watching ,the last part of the party, down below.
  Ah the hell with all this, I need to go down and say my good beyes,
the one I am mad at has already died!